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37751	Presland, John	The Deluge, and Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	10683	998	96	"The Sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they were Till the light of your eyes shall gladden mine. And lips all bare of love, the while his soul And bitter-sweet, like love itself, it is. Like sleepy lips ere love is yet awake. The wonder unto me, the god, my love-No stars, but the eye of God? In speech, than God, to asking human hearts. Like silver feathers from the wings of God Like a great mantle choking out our hearts. The hours bear fruit, and shall I hold my hand," Sing to our hearts, oh, little voice of love. "Oh, know you not, fair star of love, "Do you give me words?" cried Richard the King; On the heart of Richard the King; "Fair come to land, by this right hand, Round the head and the heart of the King. Oh God, than Richard the Lion!'"	./cache/37751.txt	./txt/37751.txt